Crossing Poet
<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=200 BGCOLOR="#003399" TEXT="#080000" background="03fc8c00erkjxk.html"> <bR> <div> <B><IMG SRC="048a4130.html" border=0 width="420" height="275" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#0066CC" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <B>Crossing Poet</B></div> <div> ~Broken Wings Will Fly~</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <FONT SIZE="4" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="FlamencoD" > </FONT><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" >To give a brief understanding behind the meaning in some of my poems, I need to give a short summary of where I've come from. I used to be someone who was very afraid of herself. I ran so far from me that I ended up running right into myself. </FONT></div> <div> I've overcome a lot of things, through the grace of Jesus Christ. Through a series of problems with an eating disorder, and later on to depression and self-injurious tendencies, such as cutting myself daily, I wasted many years extremely confused and hopeless. </div> <div> The day that changed my life forever, I was sitting in a park. I had just cut my arms with a piece of broken glass I'd found, and was in the process of bashing my head with a large rock. I felt like I had hit the bottom, and I was so afraid of getting up- scared to fail, and scared to succeed. </div> <div> As I was sitting there, a feather fell from the sky, right down to my feet. As I looked at it, I felt like God was telling me "There IS hope. I am your hope. I love you so much, and I can give you the wings to fly away, if you just give me the life that you find so worthless." </div> <div> It's been a process, but I have been given those wings, and to know me now is to be a stranger to who I was. You'll find the same with my poems. The older ones are desperate and hopeless, while the newer ones offer life and hope. My desire for this page is to reach out to others who are where I've been, and to inspire those who are also Crossing Poets.</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id17.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Early Poems"><U>Early Poems</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id19.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE=" "><U> Contact Info</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id18.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Recent Poems"><U>Recent Poems</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>